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in the midst of it
of disease and sickness i struggle
struggle to pull myself out of bed start the
The President Lies
The President lies
A poor person cries
In his hair he has white
As his lies fill the night.
It isn’t that I didn’t see it coming or wasn’t warned
It’s that I never imagine it happening so fast
As though I hopped into a time machine
and now I’m here
I try to stay away from you
But you keep on coming back
I see the desperation
but I do not give a flack
You're a crazy creepy stalking pig
who I want far, far away
but you just seem to return to me
I have come to speak today,in a rather crude way,about the prestigious lifeof a college Sophomore.
My middlefinger.That's what I want to give themInstead they want my moneyYeah, the money THEY let me lend
